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Figures.

They were all you could see when looking at our wolves, this fight was being very agile and flexible, I'm just waiting for the right moment to enter with the brutal side.

As much as I don't want to admit it, bastard Albert knows how to fight and it's all because of who? Whoever thought of me was right.

I even got to train him.

And you could say it's not being the easiest thing, but it's clearly not difficult, I'm waiting for the right time to attack for real, waiting for my prey to get tired to finally make the bastard pay for what he did and said.

I feel a little pain in my paw and I know he's bitten her, I don't care and continue to block his useless attacks.

Just a little more...

I move quickly when I see that he would bite the other paw, I give a mental smile when I realize that I already know what his is, he wants to destabilize me by biting my paws and really thinks that only this will make me stop.

I get tired of watching my opponent and I place myself in fron